“At the crossroads, the sacred may dwell. The devout practice a religion, performing its daily rituals. Perhaps we call it practice because we hope to become better. . . . but surely we practice a faith because that faith is our living.”

“We take gingko to sharpen our memories. We could be memorizing song lyrics instead.”

“If you find yourself pulled beyond all practicality toward doing something -- writing poetry, building a business, restoring old cars, planting a secret garden; if at four in the morning the right word comes to you, the perfect flower to plant in that particular spot -- you are playing your invisible instrument.”

“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”

“In my box of sound bites there are no jackhammers, no snowmobiles, no Jet Skis, no children wailing. Music but no Muzak.It's my box. Put what you want in yours.”

“Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.”

“He who fights and runs away May live to fight another day; But he who is battle slain Can never rise to fight again.”